An artist's career always begins tomorrow
The explanation is quite simple. I wished to be near my mother.
Can't a person be born where they want to be born?
If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.
Art happens-no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend upon it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about.
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.